My dog he likes to stare at me
He knows my every frailty
He knows if my day's been good or bad
Or if life has made me sad
He's not the kind who likes to roam
He's always glad to see me home
Running the horses was his favourite time
Through the bush keeping Joe in line
His heart's as big as the moon on high
When he goes I know I'll cry
For now we'll walk the slow walk through
He can't run no more his hips sore too
He once was a juvenile just like me
Getting into mischief one two three
Like all young eyes we showed him how
Not to go running afoul
I did from time to time go look for him
Like when he crossed the line so thin
T'was then i saw his face in mine
Like the horse who chatters when a bear is near
Oh please just get me out of hear
A mushers sleigh he pulled along
Filled with a laughing children's song
I think he loved to hear their chatter
I swear that's what he was after
Can you tell me why it is so
The creator dealt the dog this harsh blow
To live a life so short and fast
Of all his creatures around down here
The dog is the one who became so dear
Could his reason be a lesson for each of life's season's
For he knows no treason - Love's his only reason
Nick krakana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dogs-life-3/
